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walked
over, gently running his hands over Reuben’s stomach, teasing the
tired muscle underneath the leather.
    “Oh... I’m
sorry master. I saw Percy Preston and got so curious...”
    “Is he really
so handsome that you forgot your orders?” Erik stroked the long
forehead of the equine mask, as if Reuben were a real horse, so he
played along, nuzzling his master’s hand. It put Reuben at ease
that Erik didn’t sound angry.
    He swallowed,
hoping with all his heart that he wouldn’t be punished for letting
his attention slip. “He is so famous, Master, I got
distracted.”
    “And much more
desirable than anyone else?” teased Erik.
    “Um, that’s not
how I would have put it,” Reuben said but smiled behind the mask.
He had the feeling his reasons were understood.
    “How would you
put it then?” Erik nudged Reuben’s arms down, wordlessly asking him
to kneel. Reuben complied without hesitation, his wrists still
attached to the wooden thills. Was it time to suck Erik off? He
licked his lips, finding it hard to think about anything else now.
There was a beautiful, warm cock hidden underneath all the leather,
and it would smell of it, too.
    “That... I’m
sorry, you’re confusing me, master. I said he is very famous.”
    Erik sighed,
slowly taking a ribbon out of his hair, allowing it to fall to his
shoulders, still slightly curled from the pressure. “How much
exactly do you like that man?” Erik slowly unfastened the back of
Reuben’s mask, his moves gentle and slow.
    I’m a bit
obsessed with his beautiful face. “Hmm... I think he has a lot
of insight into... things,” he repeated the word he'd heard
earlier that day.
    “Why?” Erik
pulled off Reuben’s mask, leaving his face to cool down. The cart
room was big, empty, and eerily quiet with just the two of them
here. And as always, he had no idea what to think of Erik’s
intentions.
    “He does comedy
but puts... important things in there... So you can laugh and
learn?” Reuben wasn’t sure if it made sense. All he knew was that
Percy Preston’s ass made sense in a pair of skintight pants. Reuben
took in a few deep breaths, savoring the feeling of unrestricted
access to air.
    “Oh? You must
be a very smart horse to acknowledge that.” Erik put the equine
mask into its box and stood in front of his kneeling slave. From
this perspective, Reuben had the most perfect view on his master’s
crotch, at the cock pressed against that taut stomach under the
tight leathers. Just thinking about it made Reuben perspire under
his costume.
    But he wouldn’t
reply to the mockery.
    Erik sighed and
curled a strand of Reuben’s mane around his finger. “I bet you’d
love to see him again.”
    Reuben’s heart
skipped a beat. “I would very much want to, Master.” He wouldn’t
dare ask for it though; that would have been a stretch.
    Erik exhaled,
gently rubbing his fingers over Reuben’s sweaty scalp, pleasantly
massaging his skin. “I am very happy with your performance
today.”
    “Yes? I did
good?” Reuben looked up at his master, anticipating more praise. He
liked the way Erik’s leather-clad hands ran over his arms in a kind
of gentle massage.
    “I am so proud
of how much you've learned, Copper. This calls for a prize.”
    “It does?
Gravy?” Reuben laughed and had to keep himself from kissing Erik’s
crotch. Was it just his imagination, or did that cock just get
larger?
    “You are a
perceptive little stallion, Copper.” Erik gave him a bright smile
and reached for the fastenings at the front of his leathers. The
slow, languid way he opened the costume to reveal the skin
underneath made Reuben salivate.
    Reuben bit back
a moan. “Or you’re predictable, master.”
    “Are you saying
I’m not challenging enough for you?” Erik took out his prick, his
black hand pumping it slowly inches in front of Reuben’s face.
    That question
did make Reuben hesitate. “N--no,” he managed, focusing on the
cockhead. By now, his own dick was pulsing,